Ready to wake up the time for sleeping bids goodbye.

More than any lucky charm that sparkles far away.

I'd rather have one thing all mine than fortune day.

Riding deep through the city of cold, grey glass; I miss you so much I ache.

It's a bad dream I having. I feel your hands yet I'm wide awake.

Though the winds may blow and though the floods may flow and my heart may be tossed around forever.

If it's just a dream with open eyes, it's okay to float in stormy seas.

I can be as gentle as the sky is wild. I will just have a dream with my eyes open.

And' it won't be sad, if the star don't shine or if my heart is breaking endlessly.